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[Intro: DJ Drama talking] [Chorus: Tyga] Ugh tell these bitches I'm the man Money over bitches nigga that's the plan Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Niggas say they're balling they in a stance If they ain't bout business don't shake my hand Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Everything I do (well we-we-well done) [Verse 1: Tyga] Hot a motherfucking man Walk up clear the way it's the ambulance Firetruck get to the fire in advance Pop flow I just... (I just show off!) Pop a motherfucking man Walk up clear the way it's the ambulance Firetruck get to the fire in advance Pop flow I just I just gave the track a tan Ain't a damn thang we popping champagne Girls choose saying they rooting for the other team I put her in a vibe like the magazine You see it's raining hundreds cash get the cream The cream the money and money make her scream Nothing personal it was just a quick fling But now I'm back to me paper off the shelf bitch She just wanna get drunk get fucked taste dick Maybe make a new friend get in the Benz with him This ain't no simple life you dancing with a star bitch Yea yea so keep my spotlight bright Cause I'm a be in the dark night So go on [Chorus: Tyga] Tell these bitches I'm the man Money over bitches nigga that's the plan Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Niggas say they're balling they in a stance If they ain't bout business don't shake my hand Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Everything I do (well we-we-well done) [Verse 2: Tyga] Ugh all bout my paper and ain't nothing feeling greater Come up like elevators now I'm balling like a laker They like my freestyle but they gonna have to pay me Candy red marrow tell that bitch it's now or later Six speed brand new car smell flavoured Look up in the sky thank god that we major There's tax to be made world full of danger So we'll count it under the table to be safer Ace paid in full all hundreds big jewels Stones kinda heavy slick Richtor rules Gaddy gaddy I'm gnarly rawest in the group See you call out the roof Sunflying in the coupe She loves it cause the filling fucking on the million Fly you in the morning right now we chilling Stuck in the moment then she back to her life I'm back to the money cause moneys my life So go on [Chorus: Tyga] Tell these bitches I'm the man Money over bitches nigga that's the plan Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Niggas say they're balling they in a stance If they ain't bout business don't shake my hand Everything I do (well we-we-well done) Everything I do (well we-we-well done)
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